Today was a normal regular day with an unusual amount of complaints and fires to extinguish. And, to top those off, work followed me home: my email had complaints in it. To take a break, I decided a trip to Wal Mart would help. You know it’s bad when a trip to Wal Mart is comparable to a night out on the town!
I’ve been in a lot of pain and the doctor, trying to figure out what’s wrong, suggested at today’s appointment that we start with an over the counter medicine to start weeding out what things could be wrong.
I scanned the aisle of the modern apothecary and soon found the coveted medicine. I scooped up it up and made my way to the check out. As I placed it on the counter, and the cashier rang up the purchase, a code popped up. The clerk looked at me and said, “Are you over 18?” As I stood there feeling miserable and old and feeble, I looked at her with this INCREDULOUS look, for I honestly could not get the joke.
“Uh, I am WAYYYY over 18.” I could not figure out where this conversation was going.
“Well, you certainly don’t look it!” By this time she was clutching the medicine and staring at me, and the folks behind me were getting restless. I tilted my head and looked at her.
“Trust me–I am over 18.” My look said, “Hand the darn medicine over!!!!”
Then we started a stare down. She blinked and said [I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP], “I need to see some ID please.”
“You’re carding me?!?” I exclaimed.
“Yes.”
By this time the joy was more than I could bear. My hands started shaking. I started humming. It hit me–the lady IS CARDING ME. Carding = suspicion of being underage. Young. Real Young. Trouble maker. “My license!” I couldn’t pull it out fast enough. “I’m being carded! Halleluiah!!!!” I grinned at everyone behind me waiting in line, with a Mr. Bean face (refer to the picture above), pointed to the clerk, and said, “She’s carding–me!
She took the license, looked at it, and gasped, “Oh my gosh! You’re OLD!” A lady behind me, totally disgusted, said, “Of all the luck! I’m old too–can I be carded?”
All of a sudden the pain is totally gone. Those complaints? What complaints? Stress? Where?